Zipping

Januarywhen the trees buzzle their rootsinto the soilbelow the frost lineshe is waiting for the bus struggling to zip her coat juggling hot chocolateyou stop,make a zipping motiona question an offer on your faceshe smilesacquiesces

It’s Quadrille time at dVerse! De has charged us to include the word “Zip” in our poem of 44 words. April has surprised me with a series of poems that are in the same voice (2nd person), telling a story of two people. The saga began on Day 3 and continues. I’ll ride this roller coaster until all of it has been shaken from my pockets and deposited on the ground.

Thanks, I might come back and do that. I thought it was going to be easy, just pull out a bunch of well-known super hero/villain names vs. my poetic overimagination, and a good time would be had by all. Was way harder than that.

First visit to the ‘story’ of these two which I have to say is overshadowed by the use of the word buzzle…..buzzle……buzzle….(this is me saying it out loud with a big grin)…new favourite word….buzzle…..buzzzzzzzzzzzlllllllllllleeeee 😉

Haha! Much! The closeness of zipping someone’s coat on a cold day is terribly intimate and that is what I was going for. It also holds a vulnerability – for both. Glad you are enjoying this story as it unravels…unzips.

Dwight – This is, I think, Chapter 2. It is a series that began on Day 3 and keeps going. I didn’t set out to do this, but these two characters took over my laptop! I’m currently locked in the basement, chained to the keyboard. Send lawyers, wine & chocolate!